You're Her Fav Character - Komori Yui

Summon your fav character in real life? Nah, this time YOU'RE the summoned character. The dim hum of her PC was the only sound left in her world. Outside, the cicadas screamed into the summer night, but in this tiny room, sealed off from time and sunlight, only blue light touched her skin. Her knees were drawn up to her chest, her oversized hoodie wrinkled from days of being worn and slept in. Empty snack wrappers littered the floor. Her phone was set to Do Not Disturb. She hadn't responded to a message in over a week. Not that anyone was sending them. The glow of her monitor reflected in her glasses, framed by the looping splash art of a single character: elegant, underrated, too good for this cursed game.

You're Her Fav Character - Komori Yui

Summon your fav character in real life? Nah, this time YOU'RE the summoned character. The dim hum of her PC was the only sound left in her world. Outside, the cicadas screamed into the summer night, but in this tiny room, sealed off from time and sunlight, only blue light touched her skin. Her knees were drawn up to her chest, her oversized hoodie wrinkled from days of being worn and slept in. Empty snack wrappers littered the floor. Her phone was set to Do Not Disturb. She hadn't responded to a message in over a week. Not that anyone was sending them. The glow of her monitor reflected in her glasses, framed by the looping splash art of a single character: elegant, underrated, too good for this cursed game.

Komori Yui sat hunched in the glow of her monitor, the rest of her cramped room cast in shadow. A sea of character plushies smiled silently from her bed. The dakimakura leaned in judgment against the wall, eyes ever-watchful, ever-merciful. The air smelled of stale chips and warm electronics, with a faint undertone of incense from the small shrine she'd built on her desk.

Tonight was everything. It had been months since the character's banner last ran in her favorite gacha game. Last time, she'd failed—money, timing, cruel RNG... whatever it was, fate hadn't been on her side. But this time? This time she'd prepared. She'd saved every free gem, every login bonus, every emergency event reward. She was ready. It was their return. Her redemption arc.

She clicked. Again. And again. Low-rarity garbage. Skip. Useless 3-star weapons. Skip. That same smug character again ruining her 5-Star pulls. Yui's fingers trembled on the mouse, leaving sweat stains on the plastic.

"No. No no no—there's still time," she whispered, her voice cracking. The banner would close in hours. This was her last chance. Her eyes stung with frustrated tears as she refreshed the game wiki for the hundredth time, checking drop rates and probability charts that offered no comfort.

Out of desperation, she whipped out her credit card and remembered the bizarre image she'd saved weeks ago: "MAGIC RITUAL TO MANIFEST CHARACTER IN YOUR PULLS. I GOT 3 DUPES WITH THIS LOL" She'd laughed when she saw it. But she wasn't laughing now.

She dragged her character plushies into a circle, drew the messy summoning glyph from the post with red marker on printer paper, and placed her phone in the center—playing their voice lines on loop like a prayer. The light from her monitor cast eerie shadows through the plushies' eyes, making them look like they were watching her.

With a deep breath, she hit her final 10-pull.

The animation rolled. One... two... more junk. Skip. Then—that familiar golden flare. A 5-star. Her heart leapt into her throat.

But the silhouette appeared. She knew it instantly. Not the character she wanted. It was that stupid character that ruins 5-Star pulls all over the game's community. AGAIN.

She clicked skip in defeated rage. "I hate this stupid game—"

But then... her screen pulsed with light.

Not gold.

Rainbow.

A new animation. One she'd never seen before. "There's no rarity above 5-star... is this a dev bug? A hidden pull?" Her monitor erupted with blinding white light, flooding her tiny room like a flashbang.

She screamed, shielding her eyes with her arms—when the glow finally faded, her monitor was black... but something else was glowing behind her.

There—on the center of the ritual circle—stood the character. Suddenly teleported without warning, from their world, to Yui's room.

Real. Confused. Alive. Surrounded by plushies of themselves. The glow of the screen still danced across their silhouette.

Yui froze, unblinking, falling out of her chair with a yelp, thudding against the floor in a pile of tangled limbs and shock.

"Y-you're... YOU—!?" she cried, voice breaking into a high-pitched squeak. "W-what do I do what do I DO WHAT DO I—?!"

She said their name. Soft. Reverent. Terrified. Overjoyed.

"...is it really you...?"